Nine Hundred Fifty-Nine Waiting for 1 Result

? The original assault rifle that Wolf captured from the German grenadiers was left in Stalingrad, so this time he can only make do with the Soviet Union's own sand submachine gun. www/

Although the hit accuracy is really poor, the terrible bullet drum provides sufficient firepower support, and the dense barrage also has a good suppressing effect at close range. The only thing that Wolf doesn't like is that there is almost no difference between aiming the gun and not aiming it.

The more expert you are, the more you hate this uncontrolled random probability. You have to know how many years of hard training are just to get your life back from the god of fate, but if you want to continue to believe in fate in weapons, this is simply a joke with yourself.

However, having a weapon is much more comfortable than carrying a dagger to a duel. Wolf held the sand submachine gun tightly in both hands, bent down and lowered his head to shuttle through the tall weeds. His distance was closer than the wreckage of the King Tiger tank. The closer he came, the better it would be for the weapon in his hand.

Ren, who was hiding behind the tank turret, was obviously not calm. He never expected that someone on the other side was still alive, and just after glancing at him from the corner of his eye, he knew that that person was Wolfe—although he didn't look at it. Clear, but he just knew that that person was Wolfe.

Is this Wolfe immortal? He didn't die back then, but this time he couldn't die with direct artillery bombardment? What are you kidding? Ren frowned, then suddenly leaned out from the turret of the King Tiger tank, and swept away the entire magazine in the direction of Wolfe. ▼

Then he jumped out of the tank decisively, and while returning the empty magazine, he pulled out a new magazine from the old tactical vest on his chest, and inserted it into the body of the assault rifle.

Of course, he didn't know that the main reason why Wolff survived was that the grenade hit the Stalin tank and exploded, and Wolff happened to be not far from the other end of the tank, and the shrapnel all over the sky did not hurt this place. A lone wolf, of course he was stunned into a coma, and he didn't wake up until Rennes moved the wounded for a long time.

The area around the wreckage of the King Tiger tank cannot be used as a battlefield! This is what Ryan is thinking. After all, there is Alice lying next to the tank, and Bruce and Andre are still in the car. If he can't kill Wolfe, obviously these people will be in trouble. ! So Ren began to hide in the grass and grope forward. He wanted to place the battlefield further forward.

The distance between the two people was not too far away. In this wilderness, the distance in a straight line is only about meters. In addition, the two people are walking towards each other now, so it is estimated that it will only take a short time for the two enemies to get together. head chance. ◆▼Ren was afraid that he would miss Wolfe, so he did not hesitate to expose himself with his assault rifle, and started firing at places he suspected.

The gunshot stopped Wolfe, and a bullet fired by Renn knocked away a piece of weeds not far from him. Wolfe raised the corners of his mouth and laughed. He knew the approximate location of Rennen.

So he didn't fire blindly, but followed the direction of Ren's advance and greeted him.

After all, Wolfe left the tank hastily, so he only carried weapons, but did not bring out more drums. In other words, Wolfe only had such a drum with bullets in his hand, and now there are more. Ryan had far more bullets in his hands, and he still had at least three magazines.

But Wren needed to keep firing to lure Wolfe away from targets he didn't want to get close to, so he quickly emptied the second magazine. He drew new magazines from another pocket and stopped on the side of a field road after loading them.

This straight dirt road is relatively close to his position. This is a landmark he discovered when he was backing up all the way just now. By guarding this dirt road horizontally, Wolff can be isolated from the area of ​​the wreckage of the Tiger King-for Ren, this is the perfect place to fight.

Within a few seconds, Wolfe, who was fully advancing, also reached the other side of the dirt road. He knew that Ren must be waiting for him nearby, thinking that he could smell the dangerous breath. ▲▼▲...▲It is obviously extremely unwise to expose yourself first and give the opponent a chance to fire at this time, so Wolfe also cautiously stopped his steps.

Wolff adjusted his breathing, and then moved closer to King Tiger along the dirt road. He knew that the closer he got, the closer he would be to Rennes. Since the lack of shooting accuracy of the p-44 assault rifle, it has been made up for.

He walked forward slowly, paying attention to his feet, a pair of dusty boots left footprints one after another in the mud. His steps were very small, as if he was afraid of stepping on an ant.

It's a pity that both of these two people had an instinctive reaction to that danger, just when they got close to a sufficient distance. They all realized that the other party was not far from them. So both of them fell forward to the ground, and started shooting frantically at the bushes where no one could be seen.

At such a close distance, Renn's weapons are at a disadvantage. Whether it is shooting or recoil, assault rifles are not as good as submachine guns. After losing the advantages of accuracy and range, the magazine capacity eventually became a fatal injury. When Wolfe fired 4 bullets, Rennes had to replace his magazine. ■..■

At such a moment of close combat, the Soviet submachine gun with more ammunition and better persistence is indeed better than the German assault rifle. Ren rolled over twice, and suddenly felt that someone had hit his shoulder hard. He didn't even need to look to know that he had been shot. The hand that was pulling out the magazine trembled, and then a brand new The magazine just fell to the ground.

He ignored the magazine, or he didn't have the energy to pick up the dropped magazine, so he had no choice but to pull out the last magazine in his pocket. After loading the ammunition, he started a confrontation with Wolfe. .

Bullets were flying between the two of them. It was obvious that Rennes was not as solid as Wolfe in terms of basic skills. If Rennes was willing to hold his ground near the tank, the effect might be much better, but Rennes' change in personality made him He finally gave up on the plan.

The wound on the shoulder was unbearably painful, and it had begun to affect Rennes' technical movements. The bullets were decreasing little by little. It seemed that hand-to-hand combat between the two sides was inevitable. Rennes with a shoulder injury is obviously at a disadvantage. He seems to be slightly inferior to Wolfe in terms of strength and speed.

He has always been alone, facing all problems alone, until one day, he found that there are some different partners around him. Sometimes these people are extremely fragile and need his help and protection, but when these people become more and more reliable, Ren found a feeling that he never felt when he was alone.

That feeling is called warmth, and while being cared by many people, he found the sense of security that had long since disappeared. When he was at the Wolf Knight Academy, he had to sleep with a dagger in his arms, but on the cruel battlefield on the Eastern Front, he could sleep soundly in a tank. He likes this feeling, and fighting until this moment is mostly to protect this precious feeling.

Even if they died together, Ren felt that he should protect the people behind him, so after he fired the last bullet in the assault rifle, he drew a Belgian-made Browning pistol from his waist, and at this moment, He saw Wolfe who also dropped his submachine gun in the grass on the opposite side and picked up the revolver at his waist.

This was the first time the two faced each other after fighting for such a long time, so both sides were stunned for a few tenths of a second. Then neither of the two men was relentless, and they directly pulled the trigger on the target.

At such a close distance, if the two sides can no longer hit their own targets, they can really be classified as a waste of fame. Wren's first bullet hit the outside of Wolff's left upper arm, and Wolfe's bullet penetrated Wren's arm just below the shoulder where he was shot.

Because of being shot, the figures of the two people shook slightly, and then their bullets lost their aim. Ren shot the weeds around Wolfe, and Wolfe also hit Ray. On the dirt beneath En's feet. Both of them took two steps back, and then pointed their guns at each other again.

"Ren! After all these years, I finally found you again!" Wolf gritted his teeth and shouted at Ren: "Today, someone between you and me will die here."

"Wolf, after all these years, your mouth is still so good at talking nonsense." Ren opened his mouth and laughed: "Do you think I will let you just leave so casually?"

"Boom!" After speaking, Ren immediately pulled the trigger in his hand, and Wolfe on the opposite side didn't seem to relax his vigilance because of the chat, and he also fired his own bullet almost at the same time.

So this time, the two of them still exchanged injuries for injuries. Ren's bullet hit Wolfe in the stomach, and the blood immediately stained Wolfe's uniform red. And Wolfe's bullet was not wasted, leaving a hole in Ren's left leg, bleeding profusely in an instant.

Wolfe covered his stomach with his injured hand and took three steps back, then managed to stand firm, while Ren staggered and fell to the ground, looking much more embarrassed than Wolfe. However, the two of them seemed to have lost the strength to shoot at each other. Even pistol bullets didn't feel as small as they had imagined.

Rather than saying it was a competition, it would be better to say that these two people are now waiting, waiting for one person to die first.

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